Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who\'s not a creep,
One who\'s handsome, smart, and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who\'ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he\'s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won\'t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who\'ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to \'how big is my behind?\'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

----A MAN\'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs and a nice ass who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn\'t rhyme and I don\'t give a shit.
The End

Dear Sebastian,Jenni doesn't need to travel and meet people around the world just because she has a sense a humour. Maybe Sebastian you should learn to laugh and then travel and meet people.!!!!!!!!!!!!!